Page 59 of Monsters' Manor

“Can I?”

His breath hitches and his eyes widen, but he gives me a brief, jerky nod. Those full lips part on a gasp when I brush mine against them, and Silas goes utterly still for a few moments before he kisses me back.

Eager hesitance and trembling need, a sweet brush of moonlight against my skin. Silas tastes familiar and irresistible, like decadent darkness, likemine.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, breaking the kiss and laying my head on his chest. “You’re beautiful, Silas.”

He wraps his arms around me, and the hum of his magick is still there. More solid, more real, but still Silas. Still the shade I’ve fallen for.

“I never imagined it would be like this,” he rasps. “Being able to hold someone. Being able to touch. I didn’t expect… I never…”

Burrowing closer to him, I inhale the scent that’s still so familiar—moonlit dew and crisp autumn frost, the slightly sweet tang of fallen leaves.

“Sy,” Ren says roughly behind me, and I step aside so he can embrace Silas, too.

He grasps the back of Silas’s neck, tugging him forward into a rough-tender kiss.

I watch for a few moments, uncertain if I should turn away to give the two of them some privacy. Ren breaks the kiss with a groan and reaches for me again to tug me into their embrace.

“You did this, Rose. This is because of you.” Ren’s voice is warm and soothing against the back of my neck. His hands skim over my hips and he presses closer, enveloping me completely between my two monsters.

“How?” I ask, tilting my head to nuzzle against his shoulder. “How did I do it?”

“A question for the Goddess or spirit or whoever governs such things.”

“Whatever the case,” Silas cuts in, cradling my face in his hands and turning it up to look at him. “I am blessed to have found you, my own darling. We both are.”

His lips find mine as Ren grazes his teeth over the side of my throat. The combined force of their attention and the magick swirling between us makes my blood race and a warm, urgent heat spread from my belly outwards.

It’s a hungry flame, a need so sharp it takes my breath away. I gasp into Silas’s kiss and he takes the opportunity to press his advantage. His lips open over mine and his tongue strokes deep, teasing me, coaxing me, drawing a broken moan of pleasure and want from the back of my throat.

Ren growls, grasping me tighter and pushing his hips into me so I can feel the hard line of his erection pressing into my lower back.

Without hesitating, without giving myself time to second-guess or over-think or wonder how all of this is going to work between the three of us, I simply let myself feel. I let myself move, grasping for the door handle and swinging it open.

My monsters catch my intent immediately. Silas reaches down, grabs my ass with both hands, and pulls me up against him. I let out a little yelp of surprise as I wrap my legs around his waist and devour his answering chuckle with a sharp nip against his bottom lip.

We all step into the front room of my cottage, dark except for the light of the full moon shining through the windows. The air is charged with magick and anticipation as I lean in close and drag my teeth along the strong column of Silas’s throat, making him groan.

He sets me back on my feet, and then there are two sets of hands on me, two pairs of lips, two strong, warm bodies pressed up against mine. I’m greedy for them both, grabbing a toned bicep here, dragging my fingers through a thick head of golden hair there, grasping and taking and begging for more without saying a word.

But Renwick apparently has enough words for all of us as he maneuvers us toward the couch and puts a hand on Silas’s shoulder, silently commanding him to sit. Then he turns to me with wicked provocation sparkling in his crimson eyes.

“On your knees for our shade, witch. It’s long past time he was properly worshiped.”

A shiver of anticipation runs through me, and magick hums along my skin. My body suddenly feels too small to contain everything I’m feeling, too antsy and restless, stretched taut and ready to break.

“While I’m still wearing so many clothes?” I ask Ren, arching a brow.

He growls low in his throat and lunges for me, but instead of ripping my black dress off like I might have expected, he stops. Turning me in his arms so I’m facing Silas, Ren addresses the shade directly.

“Do you want to see our Rosie?” he asks, toying with the buttons running down the back of the dress.

Silas nods, silver-blue eyes glowing in the moonlight as he watches with rapt attention.

“Such a pretty witch, isn’t she? Even prettier once all these clothes are gone.”

The way he’s speaking, the rumble of his words against my back, the breath of cool air that washes over my skin with each button undone, all of it makes my pulse leap and my pussy ache.

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